Robert James Robinson
A Fork In The Road - Poem by Robert James Robinson
There is no right or wrong,
But how your life will prolong.
There is no superb or bad,
But only paths we choose to have.
There is no good nor evil,
But only moments of retrieval.
One thing is certain though:
I rather own my own cubicle,
Than have someone else own it for me.
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